Alexander Pope, Ode to Solitude:
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
A cornucopia of elegant excerpts, a collectanea of passages, a florilegium of ideas, a gallimaufry of aperçus, musing flowers of yore, an anthologia of verse (a Parnassus), an omnium gatherum of etymologies and origins, all singled out carefully by hand.
Saturday, December 16, 2023
Unseen, Unknown
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Reminescences Of The Former Paradise
Anonymous (A Lover of Flowers), The Lover’s Language of Flowers; Expressive of the Sentiments of the Heart (London: W. Nicholson & Son...
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Henry David Thoreau, Journal , March 31, 1852 (emphasis mine): Why the moaning of the storm gives me pleasure. Methinks it is be cause it pu...
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Carl C. Jung, “The Love Problem of a Student,” in Civilization in Transition (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1978, vol. 10 of the C...
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William Rounseville Alger, The Solitudes of Nature and of Man; or, The Loneliness of Human Life (Boston, Roberts Brothers, 1867), 122-24, 1...